Hello, my friend. I’m glad you came across this page. This is where I finally let go of my thoughts. Thoughts about the good times, the sad sides of life, society in general, mental health, stuttering and cooking recipes.
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I always had a tough time speaking and finding the right words regardless of my stutter. Growing up I spoke the way I used to. I did not think about the words coming out my mouth mostly. My brain was always faster than my mouth. Fortunately now I speak much slower and more precise. One
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After all those problems it was no walk in the park to go back to school but atleast there were external factors that helped me like listening to music or reading books. I always could count on them and in every situation they were helping me out. In school I saw people differently. I saw
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All the people are here, but it is still only half of it. The other half doesn’t even care. I know them all, but they don’t know me. I don’t behave or act different because I am worth it. I know them better then they know themself. Altough these people know me since I was
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Dreaming something that turns itsself into reality sounds magical especially if you have control over your dream. We barely have that in reality sadly. But there is something called Déjá Rêvè where your dreams turn into reality at a later time. Something that I have experienced a couple of times in my life. Déjá Rêvè
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I grew up and still live in an run-down, old apartment building that is over 60 years old. We rarely had money for any vacation or any other fancy things that one family might has. I stutter since I am three years old and have been to various therapist. Despite the stuttering and all the
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Sometimes I get reminded when I always get along better with women than with men. May it be a talk or even having fun. It just hits different. One word that always floats around my mind is Empathy. The majority of Men have probably never heard of it. I suppose. Growing up I was always
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8 o’clock. The sun is screaming to let it in. The summertime has come. School has already ended. Of course my parents are wide awake while I am still in dreamland. But as always I forgot what I dreamed of quickly after the 8 year old me choose to wake up. I take a few
Nighttime dreams 